Hello Reader,
The song “Closing Time” by Semisonic is a tune I heard countless times when I’d go out to a club in my mid-twenties and early thirties. Even in recent years, it’d echo in a bar as the last call was declared by the bar staff.
I’d always thought is was just about getting out of the joint because it was closing time. But it turns out there’s a deeper meaning to the song.
The song subtly touches upon the concept of birth and new beginnings. It was was written by lead singer Dan Wilson as he anticipated the birth of his child. The idea of one thing ending (time within the womb) and another thing beginning (time within the world) isn’t unlike the ending of a year to make way for the start of another – no matter when you start your year.
But there’s even more to the song.
Delving deeper into its lyrics reveals profound insights about transitions, endings, and new beginnings, making it particularly resonant as we transition from one year to another.
At its core, “Closing Time” symbolizes the inevitable passage of time and the constant presence of change.
So as a new year unfolds, take inspiration from this 1998 classic. Let’s open new doors, cherish the transitions, and craft a year where we are not only productive but also true to ourselves and our paths.
Here’s to a year of purpose, patience, and progress. Here’s to a year of productiveness.
See you later,
Mike
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I’m Mike Vardy, and I help people build a better relationship with time — not by controlling it, but by working with it. Through my writing, courses, and community, I explore how intention and attention shape a more meaningful life — one rooted in the original idea of productiveness over productivity.
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